Well hooray! I got on the scale Friday and finally saw the "catch up" loss I was waiting for - 8 pounds. I knew that the laws of physics would have to kick in at some point. I had gotten so fearful that I went to eating almost nothing but protein shakes and fish and veggies for dinner. Religiously avoiding simple carbs and any sugars just to be sure it wasn't me doing something wrong. But at 800-1000 calories, how could I NOT lose even if I did eat bread?!?!

So, patience paid off. Everyone said to hang in there, stick to the plan, lots of logical reasons why the scale wasn't moving and of course, that was all true. I felt such a relief when I got on that scale.

And you know what, DAMN IT! Damn that damn scale for having the power to make or break my week. But it's a bit like a drug... when I see a drop I get soo happy and I want that feeling! But then I let the flip side just crush me. Gotta stop that. Gotta see this as a long term change and if I don't lose this week, then it'll be next week. Who cares when in the next year or so, so long as it's an overall downward trend, which it will be if you really change the lifestyle permanently. Right....?

I still want my drug...

So tomorrow is weight in day.. let' see if I'm truly over the stall and there will be a nice 2-3 pound, more regular, steady loss to cheer me on to victory.